BOUND TO HIM (Book II: Captured series)

8. Elle

Pitch blackness surrounds me to the point that I can't tell if my eyes are shut or I'm facing complete darkness. I push up from the soft mattress underneath me, blinking a couple of times as I call out Logan's name. The pillow next to mine is cold and I wonder if he ever even came to bed.

Planting my legs on the solid floor I turn on the beside lamp, my vision coming back with a stinging flash. I pick up the shirt lying on the back of a lounge chair and make my way out, trying to find Logan.

I take the steps down, the dim yellow lights from the living room drawing me towards it like a moth. Couple of inches in and I stop, not finding the strength to move my legs anymore. In front of me lies the perfect horror scene, Vic and Logan are on their knees, hands tied behind their back, their mouth taped shut. Behind them stands a man that doesn't belong in the living world.

"You're supposed to be dead" I stutter, focusing on the scar on his forehead that's somewhat almost healed.

"You really didn't think a fucking bullet was going to finish me off, did you?" My father laughs sarcastically.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed your title till now because I'm taking it all back" He adds, and I try to do something other than just gawk at him.

"This does not make sense, we buried you!" I'm talking to myself now. What is happening? "Are you sure you buried me? I'm standing right here"

My eyes drift to the two men on the floor, their gaze stuck on me, Victor is crying, his body shaking, while Logan gives nothing away. He looks more pissed than anything. This can't be real! How did he manage to get pass through all the security?

"You're not real" I chant the words, hoping I could make this all go away. "I can prove how real I am, my dear treacherous daughter" He seethes, pulling out a gun from the back of his pants. With no further warning, he cocks the weapon behind Logan's chest and fires. The sound of the shot getting drowned by my scream.

"Elle! Wake up!" My eyes snap open to find Logan's face close up to me. Sweat trickles down the sides of my temples as my heart feels like it's about to explode any second. Logan is holding my very naked, sweaty, trembling body, and I squint through the dim lights to examine his shirtless torso. I run my fingers over the part where my father took his shot—right above his heart.

No blood. No bullet hole.

"You're okay, it was a bad dream" He rubs my back. His soothing voice which usually makes me calm, was not working in my favour in this moment. I gather myself out of his hold, stepping away. "I have to go, I need clothes" I say as a matter of fact, looking around to find something I can put on.

Logan reaches for me, standing up as he pulls me against his chest. "Elle, it was a nightmare. You can talk it out instead of leaving" He wraps me in his warmth and I take a second to breathe. I can't get rid of the picture in my head, Victor looking at me helplessly as my father tries to kill him.

"I must check on Vic" I state, once again pushing away but he keeps a firm hand on me.

"I can make a call, but I think it's unnecessary to wake your brother up. He might get worried" He's right, knowing Victor he'll probably freak out and I'm not putting him through that. Not even for a second.  I nod my head slowly as I focus my vision on his chiseled chest. Every time I blink spots of blood appear on his perfect skin and then they disappear the very next second.

"What else do you need?" Logan inquires.

"My phone, some air but I think my underwear should a priority at the moment" I tell him, using my hands to try and be modest after standing butt naked in front of him for ten minutes. Without another word Logan moves to the bathroom and I blink behind him, certain that my clothes were left in a pile in the dinning room. I don't allow my brain to fumble into how I ended up discarding my clothing there. When he reappears he's carrying a fluffy white robe. He holds it out and I slip into it with a quiet thank you.